Tybee Days

Tybee Island wasn’t somewhere high on my list of places to visit.  Just a name of an island I was aware of.  However, when invited by my friends Jimbo and Constance, I of course said yes.  I adored them. Kind, smart, creative, funny, it was a pleasure to be around them.  It was a perfect flow of separate togetherness as they readied their house for vacancy as they shifted to their 2nd home in the Bahamas.  While their days were comprised of checking things off an extensive list, my day was filled with yoga, walks, long bike rides, and exploring.  Every day I made a point to watch the sunrise and sunset, a habit I kept with for the entire 12 weeks that I traveled after.  There is something deeply spiritual and connective to watch the daily rising and setting of the sun, and it was here that I was inspired to start my Month of Gratitude. After months of struggle, I turned my attention to healing. Through the focus on Gratitude, our brains change through neuroplasticity and cause new wiring and firing. My brain was now wiring and firing with gratefulness of another rising sun. Simply to be granted another day an infinite blessing.

Love on Tybee

The south end of Tybee remains frozen in time, a line of houses from the 20s still standing sentinel along the coast line watching the passage of time.  One by one, they are slowly being replaced by grandiose structures, people flaunting their money in modern architecture, but the charm still clings to the dunes as the world around them changes. I had only planned to stay a few days there, but when those days came to their end, I didn’t want to go. Invited by my friends to stay on, I did so with joy and thankfulness. I didn’t know it then, but a few weeks later, the Covid bubble popped, it was the unofficial start to my future travel. After close to a year of disconnection and unknown thanks to the pandemic, I was beginning to remember who I was. In some ways I think it was the sky that saved me. 

Tybee Island’s best feature is the sky and the tides.  I’ve never seen such a unique and changing landscape.  Every day the earth shifts and changes.  Sometimes from a dancing snake of water, sometimes a windswept island of sand.  Sadly, I think it’s a combination of human interference; a paper mill retches noxious gas into the air and the Savannah River has been dredged so many times that ancient fossils have been found.  Literally.  There is a beach that washes up Megladon Shark teeth all the time.  But it’s easy to forget while you watch the sky paint itself in purples, magentas, oranges, yellows, and pinks.  It is easy to forget as the rippled effects in the sand dance with the reflection of the descending sun.  Each morning I rose to the awakening of the dawn and each evening I sat and watched its descent into the sea.  Tybee Island on the southern tip has the unique vantage point of the Western and Eastern sky.    At home, I hardly ever see the sunrise.  Only when I’m jetlagged or the occasional early trip or job when I had one.  But when I travel, the rising and setting sun becomes the focus of my days.  The silent meditation as I reflect on the rising and setting of each of my days, one passing the other until they become my life.  Tybee Island was a place whose sky and earth celebrated with me at the change at another day. If the Universe experiences itself through us, then it was in awe and revel.  

Tovah in a field of flowers

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